CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I hear claws on concrete moving through the tunnels fast. The tunnel is shrouded in darkness and fog, hiding what comes my way. The noise grows louder by the second until it is a roar of clicking and scratching that threatens to overwhelm me. I stay loose, ready to lunge the moment the enemy makes an appearance. I had not planned on facing more than a handful of summoned or conjured creatures. Thoughts of being overwhelmed flash through my mind and are quickly banished. I will survive this or I will not. Worrying only assists my enemies and I would give them nothing but death.
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